Someone cleared his throat behind them. “Mr. Blake.”
His stomach plummeting, Jules turned and found Westcliff and Liam standing there. Judging by the sympathetic look on Liam’s pretty face, they had heard Uncle Wayne’s words.
Looking anywhere but at Westcliff, Jules smiled faintly while Uncle Wayne and Westcliff made small talk. He didn’t care. Being publicly humiliated was hardly something new for him. He didn’t give a shit about Westcliff’s opinion.
“Would you care to dance?”
At the sudden silence, Jules frowned and looked at Westcliff. Realizing that he was looking at him expectantly, his hand stretched to him, Jules flushed. Glancing at Liam, he found him looking at Westcliff with a grateful, soft smile, which only humiliated Jules more. He didn’t need anyone’s pity, much less this alpha’s.
Jules glared at Westcliff and bit out, “No, thanks.”
The startled expression on Westcliff’s stupidly handsome face would have made Jules laugh in any other circumstances. Had anyone ever told t
